CHRISTOS
It started on Halloween when I saw her, dressed as a witch, walking alone down a darkened road. She looked like trouble and temptation wrapped in mystery. From that first glance to our last goodnight, something shifted.
For the first time in a long time, the shadows lifted. If older women are made of this kind of magic, I’ve been casting my line in the wrong waters. When we kissed, it wasn’t just sparks—it was equal ground. No games. No masks. Just us.
KATE
Younger men were always the safer choice. Fun, forgettable, and easy to leave behind. I never promised forever—I never wanted to. And then I met him. Mature. Commanding. Unexpected.
With him, it wasn’t a slow burn. It was a detonation. He kissed me like he had every right to, and I let him, knowing everything was about to change.
For once in my life, I’m not running. But will this twist of fate lead to forever?
